Those look like what we women may consider a playsuit (a jumpsuit is one with long trousers). Onesies are something else, more casual and usually involve being an animal and made out of jersey/fleece.
Romper is very much an American word isn’t it and from my searches came up with US sites.
Onesie/male rompers are a step too far in a relax dress code. As are tracky bottoms and tops. But it maybe just I am jealous as I am not allowed to wear jeans or casual clothes to work.
So I had a chat with male romper boy today. Lovely chap. Recounted the story of the missus chastising me for not being with the times. For anyone who has played Grand Theft Auto 5, he bears a striking resemblance to Trevor. For anyone that hasn’t, here is Trevor.
So that bloke in a grey hooded onesie, at work. He doesn’t know what they’re called either.
He did gleefully exclaim “I’m in a minority of one!”.
Fair fucking play, I thought. We’re canteen buds now and are on first name terms*.
* I’m sure people have said similar stuff about me. “Have you seen that midget with the badger beard”, etc, etc. Together, I think we could dominate in the strangeness stakes.
I think that can be filed under “nobody gives a fuck except you” next to " we are only coming to the baby shower because we fear being socially ostracised if we don’t".
‘Playdates’ kids don’t just play anymore or have a friend over. Apparently, it involves a whole load of middle-class adults talking at you about how good their kids is at stuff. Someone at work invited me to one of these just last week and I actually replied with a laugh and a “fuck off” cause I thought she was taking the piss/joking. Turns out she wasn’t and was a bit offended. However she knows what I am like (which is why I thought she was taking the piss) so will get over it.
It’s a very good system, for parents of a certain kind. No risk of their precious baby mixing with the wrong kind this way. I’d imagine they decide what the kids can play as well(probably a fun mensa test).
Imagine when we were young, our parents choosing our friends for us. Fuck off is the only sensible answer, for your sake as much as your kids.
Is this like when previously staunch heterosexual father of four “Big Dave” the truck driver announces that he is now Tallulah and is becoming a lap dancer and insists on her/his inalienable right to use women’s toilets?